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antigone921
Oct. 3rd, 2010 07:55 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 10/10
I loved this so much. <3__<3
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 08:56 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 4/??
At first Adam's convinced Tommy is joking. But Tommy isn't moving, he's just staring at Adam and letting his face say what he can't bring himself to demand aloud: say yes before I chicken out.

“Tommy, I—“ And there's not a whole lot he can say without insulting either Tommy's pride or his intelligence, so finally he settles for “Tommy, it's guys-only.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Tommy answers. “That's why I don't want to go alone.” He shoots a defiant stare across the room at Adam. “If somebody decides to be a real asshole I can always tell them you're my boyfriend.”

Adam's still trying to think of some kind of response that isn't “but you're straight?” At last he picks “I didn't know you were into guys,” and that feels stupid as soon as he says it, but it's out and there's not a whole lot he can do about it.

“I still don't,” Tommy answers, and before too long his fingernail's going to start bleeding if he keeps that up. “But we're never going to see any of these people again and you're the one who's all about commitment and still going to a sex club.”

Adam considers pointing out he goes to watch and then doesn't bother. Tommy doesn't need to know every last thing there is to know about Adam's sex life. He's still trying to get his brain around the idea of his bassist trying gay—well, bi—when someone bangs on the door, and both of them jump.

“Hey, jerkface!” Neil calls through the door. “Get your ass down to dinner or I'm telling Mom about that time you took my lunch money to buy British Cosmo.”

“Hey, dickweed, Fifteen Ways To Give Him What He Wants In Bed Tonight was way more important than One Way To Let Neil Waste Good Food!” Adam yells back, vaguely aware that somewhere behind him Tommy is snickering his skinny little ass off. He glances over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out, and Tommy clamps a hand over his mouth. Adam has the feeling that on the other side of that hand is an absolute howl of laughter.

“Just get down to the fucking dining room, Adam,” Neil calls, and Adam yells a cheery “I love you too!” through the door before hanging up his coat. Then he turns, wondering if Tommy's going to be back to chewing on his fingers, but instead he's standing next to Adam, fidgeting.

“Are we going?” he asks, and Adam's not quite sure which “going” he's asking about, so after hesitating for two seconds a week long he nods.

“Okay.”

--------------------------

They're not the first two out of the venue that night, but there are still plenty of people, and Adam is glad for the press of fans who want him to sign and take pictures and ask for hugs. Behind him he can hear Tommy talking to a few people before grabbing Adam's arm and pulling him over to get on one knee next to somebody's little girl who can't be more than seven years old so her mother can take a picture of her glitter-speckled child next to a pair of, yeah, okay, rock stars. Then the little girl starts jabbering away at him in German he can't understand past “sie liebe dich, Adam Lambert,” and scrabbles in a violently pink backpack to pull out a small plush dog with rhinestones glued to its ears and collar so she can hold it out for him to take. Adam smiles at it and complies.

“Aww, thank you!” he says, and when she giggles he has to pause and backtrack because the beer he and Tommy split just before the show did nothing for his foreign-language skills. “Danke.”

They finally manage to escape the crowd, Tommy poking bemusedly at Adam's new stuffed animal. “I think you're the only man I know who can really appreciate a bright purple dog covered in sparkly shit.”

“Hey, I think it's kind of cute,” Adam protests. “And it's original. I've never gotten a dog with a pierced ear before. Maybe fifteen years from now we'll see her doing hip-hop design or something. Come on. Let's drop our stuff so we can go.” He glances at Tommy from the corner of his eye, wondering if Tommy's changed his mind. Instead he sees Tommy glancing back at him the same way, then off to one side.

“Should I change?” he asks, and now he's mostly quiet, not the kind of desperate forceful he was at the hotel. Adam shrugs.

“Doesn't matter,” he admits. “You won't be wearing it long.”
janesgravity
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:00 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
*Sits*
*waits*
etharei
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:10 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
*POPCORN GIF*
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:36 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
F5F5F5F5F5
sulwen
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:38 am (UTC)
I filled this with every pairing I could think of. I hope you like it!

At my journal: Pieces
sulwen
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:46 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
I'm so in love with those last two lines. The whole thing is awesome, but those are PERFECT, just the right amount of tease. Can't wait for more! :)
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 10:35 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
why thank you~


I don't want to know what unsavoury things it says about me that to write about Adam going to a sex club, I flipped on "For Your Entertainment." Nor what further unsavoury things it says about me that this worked its way into the fic.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 10:57 am (UTC)
We need this ♥
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:05 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 5/??
The first thing Adam hears when he walks in is a bass line he could recognise in his sleep, and as he tucks his ID back in his wallet (the nice thing, he thinks, is that this place doesn't care if you cover up your name as long as they can see your picture, which means no explaining that yes, he really is that Adam, no, his middle name isn't misspelled, and yes, he can successfully recreate the signature above the issue date) Tommy elbows him in the ribs.

“Cut it out,” he mutters, and Adam blinks at him. “You're lip-synching.”

Adam feels the blush that crosses his face and feels glad there's no mirror he can look into. Tommy almost stuffs his ID into his hoodie, then reaches out and pushes it into the pocket of Adam's jeans. He's been paranoid about losing his stuff ever since Singapore, and Tommy didn't bring his wallet.

They share another beer against another heavy backbeat (this one, at least, one Adam doesn't know), and Tommy asks for a second one while Adam's only about two-thirds of the way through his first.

“You know, if you're that nervous, we don't have to stay,” Adam says, leaning over to keep the conversation private. “Getting hammered is a great way to get in trouble.”

“I'm not getting hammered,” Tommy tells him, and when Adam makes him turn his head so Adam can check out his pupils Tommy complies. He's tracking and Adam doesn't see any sign of grogginess, though, so finally Adam drains the last of his beer and asks a question with his eyes. Tommy slides off his stool and waits, hands jammed deep in his pockets, for Adam to tell him where they're going.

It's weird, Adam thinks when he finds the right hallway and heads down it, weird that the last time he was here so many years ago he was the one following with his shoulders tucked in on themselves, looking around like the walls were going to eat him alive, and now he's the one leading, first into a room to undress and then through a green curtain into an open room where Tommy first glances around, then snickers.

“I get it now,” he says, and Adam could elbow him, but what good would it do? He considers asking Tommy if he wants to find out if the rest of that video is true, but there's something weird about coming onto his friend that way (like walking naked into a sex club with him isn't) and finally he settles for explaining what he remembers of the layout, the rooms upstairs and the patio out back—

“How many potted plants do you have to walk through to get to the patio, and is there a bar with a bathtub out there?” Tommy asks, and if they were a little younger Adam might grabass at him just to make him lose that self-satisfied smirk, but right now he thinks it'd raise too many questions, so he settles for muttering “there used to be” and trying not to stumble when Tommy hooks an arm around his neck and leans up too fast for Adam to counterbalance.

“I need to ask you something,” he says into Adam's ear, and Adam locates one of the little partitioned-off rooms that doesn't look occupied and pulls Tommy into it.

“You okay?” he asks, and Tommy nods. He's got that look again, the one from the hotel, and regardless of the absurdity of the situation—both of them naked and sitting on what looks like a bench from a high-school changing room with a pail of condoms hanging from one end—Adam takes Tommy's hands and rubs his thumbs over the back, some part of his mind insisting there is a boy outside this room who's probably not exactly a virgin, peeking in and thinking they came as a couple. “Just spit it out, Tommy.”

“I have to pee,” Tommy says, and Adam nearly cracks up because he thought Tommy saw the door to the john when Adam went through it.

“It's back through the—“

“No,” Tommy cuts in, and he grabs both sides of Adam's face. “I mean. I have to pee.”

For a second Adam is caught in a perfect deja vu, and then he opens his mouth, ready to shake his head and offer up a bunch of reasons why Tommy shouldn't be—

“If you'll . . . you know,” Tommy says, and he looks nervous and awkward and a little like he's wishing Adam could magically develop mind-reading powers right about now, “I'll—fuck, I'm no good at this.”

Adam stares at him for a minute and finally decides there is no delicate way to ask. “Are you asking me to fuck you?”
etharei
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:16 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
OMMGGGGGG *STUFFS MOUTH WITH POPCORN* I love it when things come full circle! and I appreciate you having Adam be aware of that. am really excited to see where this goes. Tommy is hilariously out of his depth, but he's also determined to do this special thing for Adam. Incidentally, I adore the thread of friendship you have running through this fic. it fits how I think of Adam and Tommy; regardless of whether they're fucking or not, there's a close, intimate friendship there ♥
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:18 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
It wasn't originally planned to go like this AT ALL, actually, so I'm glad it's working ^^;; It just sorta . . . happened. And I personally blame Adam himself for all the FYE references, because if the video wasn't set in a sex club I wouldn't have felt the need to keep poking at it.
janesgravity
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:19 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
Cliffhangers are mean. You're lucky ilu -_-
the_minx_17
Oct. 3rd, 2010 04:40 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Built Upon the Water's Edge
Oh, thank you. Heh. I've actually kicked around adding to this 'verse and/or to the Learning to Breathe 'verse. Adam in possessive top mode is something I ♥ way too much. :-)
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy, Tommy/MCs, scorned Tommy
The label convinces Adam that he could be the new hot shot of the pop scene, but to do that, he needs to start by dropping the glamily. It's been Adam's dream forever, so he accepts, though he's not terribly convinced. He gets to keep Monte, but everything else has to go, starting by Tommy, because their relationship has become too high profile and the world needs to see Adam as single and available.

Tommy though, he's gotten used to living the life of the beautiful people, to the expensive clothing and vacationing in exotic locations, the works. But at the core of it all is the firm belief that if Tyler Durden wasn't too cool for self destruction, then it should totally be is thing too.

So, Tommy becomes arm candy to whatever single, rich guy will take him, and really starts going for the sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. Meanwhile, Adam's meteoric rise to fame insures that they run into each other regularly.
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